It was over.
It really was over.
The vast, clear, dim waters, tinged with a touch of scarlet, slowly filled his entire field of vision. The bitter smile at Chiba's lips slowly froze.
Everything was over.
It had ended here.
In the end, he had lost this battle.
He had lost to his natural enemy.
Uchiha Nobuhiko had once again won his battle against an outsider.
Of course...
Was there a reason the World Will had chosen him?
No! No, had the World Will, without realizing it, chosen the most suitable, most precise, most deserving person? Wasn't he incredibly capable, this Uchiha Nobuhiko? After planning for so long and encountering the perfect opportunity, he had still been able, at the very end, to make the most decisive choice—to abandon the plan he had worked on for so long, to abandon such a perfect opportunity.
Heh...
I'm sorry, Kushina, Hirohiko, Yukina... and everyone else.
I'm afraid I'm going to die at the bottom of this lake.
Sorry...
In the end, I didn't save anything. I didn't accomplish anything...
Thank you...
Thank you for giving me emotions, for giving me such a wonderful life after transmigrating.
Thank you...
Truly, thank you.
As coldness seeped through his body, amid a heartfelt praise and a helpless sigh filled with guilt and gratitude, Chiba slowly closed his eyes, still wearing that bitter yet somehow not bitter smile.
His body slowly sank into the dark lakebed.
"Is he really dead? Or does he have some other trick up his sleeve?"
At this moment, Uchiha Nobuhiko softly muttered as he watched the streaks of blood continuously rise beneath his feet, the blood-tinged ripples spreading outward, and the youth's spread-eagled figure sinking until even his Rinnegan could slowly no longer see him.
There probably won't be anything else...